Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.